Last night I had a dream that Vic Mignona tried to kill me and all my friends in a hunger games-esque reality show and it was the literal worst.
In the past 24 hours I have gotten 2 requests for phone interviews, sewed most of Franziska's shirt together, and learned how to ACTUALLY sew buttonholes.
Karaoke attempt... 3?
And now, I take you to... The Weather.
Do not trust Michi to lead you anywhere in a dream because she will only find trashy bars and your brother will FUCKING DIE.
Friends moving away is bullshit.
I am off work Friday and karaoke should be a thing
I have chocolate pudding mix. I have banana pudding mix. I can make chocolate-banana pudding and I've never been this excited.
Why do I own so many tiny notebooks?